It didn’t touch in the right places.
It didn’t curve to the swells.
It didn’t dive into the depths
And yet it filled him up,
devoured him,
made him whole.
It didn’t touch in the right places.
It didn’t curve to the swells.
It didn’t dive into the depths
And yet it filled him up,
devoured him,
made him whole.
This happens, time and again. Oh, the things we think are imperfect!
Love paradoxes, eh?
Wow.
I hope that’s a good wow, and not a bad one! 😉
I will reply to that by saying “your words and thoughts devoured me” 🙂
Excellent.
My work here is done!
(at least until tomorrow)